An Experiment, Days 2-5

Things here in screen-free land are good.  Not perfect, but good.  And very different. It wasn't until we traveled to this strange new land that I realized just how dependent we are on these passive plastic and glass objects for our entertainment.  By "we" I mean all four of us, each guilty in our own way.  It became much easier to see how much of our time was devoted to firing up the electronics and zoning out when we got away from doing exactly that. I'm not going to sugarcoat it, people...it's been hard.  Yet it's learning-to-drive-on-the-other-side-of-the-road hard, not I-can't-afford-food-for-my-children hard. I'm well aware that this is a shining example of what people refer to as a first-world problem. 

The house is quiet without the usual variety of electronic noise.  I miss the sound of the TV in the background, probably for no other reason than I'm so used to it.  I grew up with the TV pretty much always on and that has been the case for most of my married life as well. It's not even as if someone is always watching it, or that there's anything worthwhile on the screen.  Troy is an only child and says the TV was his constant companion growing up.  I can only imagine how much he'd like to give me a swirly right now. When the boys were babies, we realized we had to leave the TV off if they were around, simply because at a certain point they were so mesmerized by it they wouldn't pay any attention to us. The more things change the more they stay the same.

Not only have I seen changes in the patterns of my waking hours, but my whole sleep addiction has changed as well.  Now stay with me here, I'm going to take a roundabout way to my point.  Since the boys were little and Reid wanted to be awake for absolutely everything, I have used the phrase "sleep begets sleep."  It's the one thing I remember from all of the pre-natal, post-natal and non-natal reading I did.  He would get into this downward spiral of being awake more than he should have been.  The less he slept, the more he didn't want to. He'd just get more and more ornery until the circles under his eyes turned pitch black and he fell into a dead sleep.  That one sleep would get him back on track (sleep begets sleep) and he'd do great at bedtime until the next special event, like the annual parade of one million ants through our laundry room, heralding the arrival of spring.  I can't blame him; who would want to miss that?  Anyway, my point (at long last) is that I can normally sleep for at least 10 hours on any given night.  Even if I haven't been up long, I've been known to go back to bed and sleep another 12 or 14 hours.  No worries, I know this is not normal and yes, my thyroid disease is being followed and managed.  But since Monday, I have actually had a hard time falling asleep at night and have the energy during the day that I never thought I could have.  I used to need a nap in the middle of the day (see...sleep begets sleep.  I'm telling you, it's a thing).  I still need to figure out a way to adjust my body clock so I can get to bed earlier and wake up before noon, but at least I haven't been spending 50% of my day in bed.


Over the past several days, I've been bowling three times, gone for four walks and rode all the dust right off my stationary bike.  The four of us crept across the border to purchase tantalizingly forbidden illegal fireworks in Wisconsin.  Truth be told, they were not as spectacular as we'd hoped for, but at least now we can say we've done it.  We've taken the boys to the Minneapolis Sculpture Garden (their first time - I know, BAD Minnesota parents!), spent a lovely evening with our next-door neighbors, whom we adore, and supported a local restaurant by lunching there.  I've played more hands of gin than I care to admit and two games of Sorry where, as it turns out, I wasn't all that sorry.  I've had a long heart-to-heart with one of my children that had us both in tears. I've harvested rhubarb and baked it into some righteous desserts, ironed no fewer than 31 articles of clothing, and completed numerous small projects I've been meaning tackle since the boys were potty trained. Taken together, it might not seem like much and it definitely isn't in comparison with my more industrious friends and family.  But for me, contrasted with my pre-experiment routine, it's nothing short of astounding.

I've had to remind the boys and my husband that this grand experiment is not simply an exercise in finding other ways to entertain ourselves, though I can think of worse unintended consequences. To their credit, all three of them have been good sports about my temporary descent into madness.  In this short time, we have renewed some of our lost family connectedness, which makes me a little sad because it forces me to admit that it was lacking in the first place.  We have been productive, but the small amount of progress has shined a light on what a mammoth effort is needed to get us where we should be.  We've been non-productive for a long time. This time spent being more awake and aware has revealed to me chinks in the armor of our family and it is a gift to see the areas that need to be repaired before it's too late.  One week is not going to fix anything, but I hope the lessons we learn will encourage us to embrace some sort of long-term change.

Stay tuned.